Sir Ares, Goodnight

When Jenson drove the Rolls-Royce toward the highway exit, he saw the traffic police inspecting the vehicles. Jenson calmly joined the line of cars at the back. Baby Zetty, on the other hand, was beyond anxious. 'You're not 18 yet, Brother. That's considered illegal driving."

Jenson raised his driver's license and Baby Zetty's eyes widened in shock. Written clearly on the driver's license was 'Jenson Ares, 18 years old'.

This was clearly a fake driver's license!

Baby Zetty was still worried. "Who would believe that you're 18 years old?"

Jenson said, "We'll see about that."

At this time, the traffic police walked over and tapped on Jenson's car window.

"Driver's license, please."

Jenson handed him the driver's license, and the traffic police darted Jenson a glance before sweeping his gaze over the car's interior. Finding no abnormalities, he then waved to dismiss Jenson.

Go.

Baby Zetty was stumped.

The Rolls-Royce pulled into the highway steadily.

had yet to recover from

Brother. It makes you look older than you really are. That's why you manage to convince others that you're

of my height? I'm sure that's the reason why it gives others the illusion that I'm

remark left

was one of Baby

Jens were clearly triplets, but Jens was now five

Zetty from the rear-view mirror and

thing that

that

Jenson's words were harsh, they

the looks, but she was nothing compared to Jenson and Baby

be smart and fond of learning, but she was nothing like the genius-level high achievers Jenson and

an ordinary person like you

weakly, "No one will think you're dumb

said coolly, "If this was someone else, I

beaten me down?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

how it should

Baby Zetty whimpered.

standing in front of the sign. They were discussing something among themselves. Jenson and Baby Zetty